I still fucked him. He’s a pretty li'l sissy.”The game started. Anton and Shawn arrived at the door just ten seconds after kickoff. Anton knew Mar...us had invited a faggot over. Anton was a burly, six-foot-nine-inch nigga. He had played basketball at a Division Two college before getting arrested armed robbery. He got released from prison eight months earlier. He missed all the boipussy he got while he was locked up. He knew Marcus through Marcus’ punk cousin that was locked up.When Marcus. Bert andHarry were making concrete ready to pour the next length of foundations.Pointing is a pretty boring job but one that Harry didn't seem to mind; hewould sit for hours carefully filling and smoothing all the joints to a neatbevel. Suddenly a small dob of mortar landed on my smock and when I looked atMichael, he just grinned. For ever afterwards he staunchly refuted anysuggestion that he did it deliberately but I thought he had so I flicked a bitfrom the end of my trowel on to his overall.. Soon I unzipped my trousers and pulled my cock out. It was already swollen and in just a few strokes, I was rock hard. Within a couple of minutes I heard someone enter the booth on my left, close the door, and drop tokens into the slot. I looked through the hole and saw he was the same black guy who was at the counter when I arrived.He sat on the bench and I saw as he reached into his trousers and pulled his cock out. In the dim light I could see he had a very thick black cock. I watched as he. After a long trek she finally gets to the motel and sees no one at the counter. She looks around the hotel and sees the walls were a beautiful pattern of gold and burgundy swirls. She finally spots a key with the room number. Seeing that no one is around she turns around and begins to leave, but only to see a young woman slamming the door shut. "Welcome to my hotel. What may I do for you?" says the woman. Lucy backs up a little startled "Just looking to use a phone, my car broke down," she.